The Charming Ex-Wife (Lysander and Josiah) novel Chapter 732

When Josiah finished washing up, Lysander checked his wounds. Seeing that they hadn't gotten wet, she nodded approvingly.

Josiah said, “Don't worry, I don't want to be a cripple either.”

Lysander pushed him out of the bathroom, walking slowly. Her tone softened. “You need to focus on healing during this time, understand?”

“Mm.”

Susan and Laura had been looking after Aurora for them. When they saw Josiah sitting in an electric wheelchair being pushed by Lysander, they exchanged a knowing smile.

After all this time, these two young people had returned to their original paths.

Josiah refused to stay in the hospital, but his injuries required rest. No matter how long he spent with Aurora and Lysander before bed, he had to return to the makeshift ward when he got truly tired.

Apart from Aurora being a light sleeper who could be disturbed by the sound of the wheelchair, there was also the matter of the ointment for his burns that could stain the bed sheets and affect his treatment.

Josiah's back and waist had been scorched by the flames, so he could only sleep lying on his stomach. Even when Carol and Peter came to have him sign documents, a low table had to be brought to his bedside.

After he returned home, the tension he had been holding in his heart dissipated, causing the discomfort that had been forcefully suppressed throughout his body to resurface. Even the slightest touch to the injured area caused a heart-wrenching pain. As for the areas showing signs of infection, it was certain they would leave scars, the only difference being their severity.

Lysander treated their home like a ward. After greeting them, she handed him a pen and reminded him, “Try not to move your right leg.”

Josiah took the pen, remaining as still as possible except for his hand. He smiled. “Okay, I promise not to move.”

He was very compliant with medical advice now.

Seeing this, Carol remarked lightheartedly, “Mr. Guerra, with your wife watching over you, we can finally rest easy. By the way, these are the revised documents for your review.”

Knowing they were discussing work, Lysander excused herself before anyone could ask.

Josiah had promised her he would reconsider his previous decisions. She didn't want to know how he planned to distribute his belongings and had no desire to covet them.

With just Carol and Peter left in the room, they continued discussing business.

“Mr. Guerra, are you sure you don't want your wife to stay and look at this?” Carol asked, watching Lysander leave.

The previous will had lost its legal effect and needed to be redrafted. The new will included more provisions for Lysander, but she knew nothing about it.

“No, she doesn't need to know,” Josiah replied seriously. “The will only matters when I'm gone, and I won't be around to see it. Though I may not hold much weight in her heart, I don't want her to be sad prematurely.”

He finished reviewing the document, pointing out a section. “Here, add some more, as I mentioned. Have the legal department revise it...”

Back when Lysander was in the medical university, she excelled in all subjects, but to doctors, nursing wasn't that important, so she was uneasy.

While Carol and Peter talked business with Josiah, Lysander was in the study, reading relevant materials. It felt like she was back in school, preparing for exams. She became so engrossed she didn't notice what was happening outside.

Meow!

“Yeah.” Josiah then gestured to the Ragdoll kitten.

In an instant, the cat sprang up, agilely jumping from Lysander's lap to Josiah's.

Lysander was momentarily surprised. “I didn't expect it to be so agile despite its chubby appearance. When White Coat was its age, it used to bump into table legs while running.”

She sighed. “I haven't taken White Coat back for so long. I wonder if it still remembers me.”

Josiah did not respond immediately.

Josiah didn't answer immediately. He didn't want Lysander to take White Coat back, especially since he didn't want her to have any more contact with its current caretaker. But he couldn't say this out loud.

He shouldn't be the one to say it.

“Cats and dogs are different. Even clingy breeds like ragdolls are more independent than the least clingy dogs. You see, they have their own lives and don't need you to be around constantly. An automatic feeder and a self-cleaning litter box are enough for them.”

Josiah subtly steered the conversation where he wanted, nearly telling Lysander outright that cats suited her better than dogs, and she shouldn't think about White Coat or its current keeper.

Lysander had always felt guilty for neglecting her pets due to her busy schedule. Now, she seriously considered, “You're right, this little one doesn't need me.”

She petted the ragdoll cat's head, looking relieved. “It's living well with you and Madam Susan. When I go back to work at the hospital, I won't have to worry about it.”